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That night, after the two had finished their washing up, they were about to go to bed. Ao Yan held Lin Qingmo back and gently said, "Wife, why don't you take the Elixir of Immortality?" With that, he opened the Sandalwood Carved Box. The pill was red, resting on a light yellow silk cloth, resembling a Cinnabar on the heart. Lin Qingmo stiffened; deep down, he didn't want to take it, but he didn't dare voice his thoughts for fear of angering Ao Yan. After some hesitation, he could only make an excuse: "I'm feeling a bit unwell today; let's wait a few days before taking it!" Saying this, he took off his undergarments and slipped into bed. He glanced at Ao Yan, his face slightly flushed as he turned away and covered his head with the blanket. Ao Yan understood; having just heard Lin Qingmo's refusal made his anger rise in his chest, but now that Lin Qingmo was seeking affection, his displeasure was temporarily set aside.
"Mm... uh... ah... mm..." One of Lin Qingmo's legs rested on Ao Yan's shoulder while the other was held by Ao Yan at the ankle and pulled to the side. He tilted his head, burying his face into the pillow made from his hands, letting out muffled groans. His body swayed back and forth with Ao Yan's thrusts, beads of sweat rolling down from his forehead to his ears. His skin was slick with sweat, and several large droplets trembled with each vigorous movement from Ao Yan. From the sounds he made, Ao Yan couldn't tell if Lin Qingmo was in pleasure or pain. But seeing Lin Qingmo's hands tightly gripping the blanket—soft and lifeless—made him feel a pang of worry. It was as if Lin Qingmo had never been as firm and upright as he was now; his head hung low as if lifeless or never truly alive. The tension in Lin Qingmo's body caused a tightness that brought Ao Yan immense pleasure, yet it all came at the cost of Lin Qingmo's pain. This troubled Ao Yan; he couldn't help but desire him while also feeling heartache for his suffering. Aside from their passionate first night together without regard for consequences, their subsequent encounters had been rushed and unsatisfying. Now after a few more thrusts, Ao Yan reached his climax. After a long moment of "Torture," Lin Qingmo's eyes slowly regained their sparkle.
Xi'er, who had settled under the bed, was also distressed. At night, Lin Qingmo's suppressed cries of pain sounded like a dull knife grinding against bone. Just thinking about those sounds made Xi'er clutch its head in agony; it seemed less like a loving couple and more like someone being "punished." It rolled around on its silk bed for a while before deciding to ask Fox King and Chakravartin if they had any good solutions for this predicament. Without delay, the next day, the eager Xi'er tied a small bundle on its back and set off on a journey to seek out techniques for improving their situation.
Lin Qingmo woke up and turned to see Ao Yan still fast asleep. It seemed as if he had grown overnight; his initially round face had become sharper, with sunken cheeks that weren't gaunt but rather delicate. His skin was as white as snow, as if he had been raised on snow lotus flowers, lotus seeds, and rock candy bird’s nest. Although he had grown taller and thinner, there remained a lingering scent of milk about him. Even with his eyes closed, one could tell they were large from the outline of his closed eyelids. His long eyelashes lay thickly against his cheeks, giving him an extremely lazy appearance as if he were still dreaming. Lin Qingmo wanted to pinch his cheek but hesitated for fear of waking him up. Struggling to get up carefully, he gently moved Ao Yan's hand that was resting on his waist aside. The moment he moved, Ao Yan woke up with sleepy eyes that seemed lost in clouds and mist. He pulled Lin Qingmo back into his embrace and mumbled sleepily, "Sleep a little longer; don’t get up yet. You always want to get up before me; when have I ever let you do that? You need me to help you get dressed."
Lin Qingmo couldn't help but laugh; what Ao Yan said was true, but he was also the instigator. Ao Yan loved to sleep in while Lin Qingmo preferred to rise early; their schedules were different. However, Ao Yan enjoyed helping him dress. He had tried several times to sneak out like today but always failed because Ao Yan was too sensitive to such movements. Over time, he could only indulge him. Nestled in Ao Yan's embrace felt like becoming very small again—a sense of pampered satisfaction washed over him like being cradled by his mother when he was young. Unable to fall asleep again, Lin Qingmo stared wide-eyed at him and thought how ridiculous it was that despite being several years older than Ao Yan, he found himself being cuddled and coaxed instead.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, he slipped an arm around Ao Yan’s neck and scooted closer to hug him tightly. However, he noticed a smile curling at the corner of Ao Yan’s lips. Annoyed, Lin Qingmo playfully hit him and blushed deeply as he asked, "Are you not asleep?" With eyes still closed but smiling brightly, Ao Yan replied teasingly: "No! It's your fault for trying to get up and waking me! How will you compensate me?" With that said, he leaned closer to Lin Qingmo's face with a playful grin.
His rosy lips resembled ripe peaches—juicy and full. Lin Qingmo lifted his head and quickly pecked at them; however, before he could retreat fully, Ao Yan grabbed the back of his head and pried open his lips with ease while slipping his tongue inside like a snake weaving through grass. As their bodies intertwined between each other’s legs with one hand lifting Lin Qingmo’s right leg high up—“Mmm... no... don’t...”—Lin Qingmo struggled desperately against him while pushing against Ao Yan’s shoulders with all his might at the thought of their previous encounter resembling “Torture,” cold sweat broke out all over him.
Ao Yan's breathing grew heavier as warm air blew onto Lin Qingmo’s face; this only made him resist even more fiercely despite knowing strength-wise it would be futile against him. Trying to use skill instead of brute force by tickling him didn’t go as planned either; in panic, he accidentally grabbed something else instead—“Ah!”—Ao Yan rolled away onto his side in a ball from the sudden pain coursing through him.
Realizing what had happened after a moment of shock from both sides—Lin Qingmo hurried over beside him apologizing profusely: “I-I didn’t mean it! Are you okay?” After catching his breath for some time while gritting his teeth against the pain that lingered in him—Ao Yan finally managed to speak through trembling lips: “Dear wife! Are you trying to murder your husband?”
Lin Qingmo felt embarrassed; heat rushed into his brain causing him to blurt out without thinking: “Does it hurt badly? Let me rub it for you!” Upon hearing this suggestion—Ao Yan turned onto his back with an amused expression lighting up every feature on his face as if spring had arrived early for him.
He took Lin Qingmo’s hand placing it on himself; upon touching that towering hardness—Lin Qingmo instinctively wanted to pull back but was firmly held by Ao Yan’s grip instead: “What? Is my wife having second thoughts?” Closing his eyes tightly—Lin Qingmo thought perhaps there was no turning back now so he grasped firmly moving rhythmically up and down.
Their intimate moments were quite simple since neither had much experience; usually after kissing they would just come together without any playful antics beforehand which made this new experience even more thrilling for them both despite how inexperienced they were at it all.
As they continued—the position saw Lin Qingmo lightly sitting atop Ao Yan’s legs while he lay flat beneath him; feeling every motion from above made Ao Yan blush deeply even more so than usual while soft moans escaped from between parted lips gradually growing louder until beads of sweat began forming across his forehead dampening strands of hair sticking slightly due to heat rising around them.
Lin Qingmo observed how pleasurable this seemed for Ao Yan who typically found joy when they were together yet now seeing him beneath felt different somehow—but then again if roles were reversed... “Ah!” A loud cry from Ao Yan broke through those thoughts just as warmth splashed across Lin Qingmo’s hands.
With heavy eyelids lifting slightly revealing thin slits—Ao Yan appeared completely drained yet still managed to intertwine fingers with Lin Qingmo saying: “Would my wife like to be on top next time?” Taken aback by such directness—Lin Qingmo hesitated momentarily before nodding shyly realizing he'd been caught red-handed in thought earlier making things all too awkward now.
With hands behind head propped comfortably—Ao Yan looked playfully at Lin Qingmo saying: “Alright then! Next time let my wife take charge.”
After getting out of bed while dressing—Ao Yan noticed a tear in his robe likely caused by an accidental snag somewhere along its fabric surface without hesitation tossing it aside intending on calling Clam Spirit Maid for another one instead until stopped by Lin Qingmo who exclaimed: “Hey! Don’t throw it away! It’s just a small tear! Such good material too—it’s underarm so stitching it wouldn’t show at all.”
“Can you sew?” asked Ao Yan curiously.
“I can’t sew myself but my mother used to fix my clothes whenever they tore,” replied Lin Qingmo thoughtfully adding: “I’d sit beside her watching closely so maybe I can give it a try!”
Upon hearing this—Ao Yan instructed one of the maids nearby fetch needlework supplies immediately.
Lin Qingmo threaded needle expertly having done this many times before replacing mother during her absence diligently working away flipping robe inside out stitching carefully though results showed uneven stitches here and there despite effort put forth.
Seated behind wrapping arms around waist resting chin atop shoulder watching intently—Ao Yan felt warmth radiating from within enjoying simple domestic bliss shared between them both feeling contentment wash over heart.
Suddenly recalling something important—he exclaimed: “Wife! The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching soon! Heavenly Palace will host festivities featuring Moon Palace Fairy Chang’e dancing! I’ll also host one here inviting Liu Lan along with Xue plus Xiao Lang.”
Lin Qingmo focused intently on sewing asked: “Will many people come?”
After pondering briefly—Ao Yan replied: “Not too many really—all good friends plus cousins from home visiting occasionally though they often complain about same dishes served yearly even if delicious—they’re tired eating same things repeatedly.”
As finishing knotting thread carefully tying off ends—Lin QIngmo suggested: “Why not prepare some simple home-cooked dishes? I can make pickled goods! Let’s go nearby town later buy Chicken Duck Fish Meat.”
He secretly hoped visiting town meant passing through their village coastline where perhaps could persuade Ao Yan let visit home briefly—but surprisingly without hesitation agreed excitedly hugging tightly swinging left-right exclaiming: “Wife is truly capable!”
“Alright alright! Now get up let me see how well I stitched!” Holding robe aloft shaking vigorously unaware exerting too much force inadvertently causing pants sewn together rip apart loudly tearing fabric apart unexpectedly resulting in laughter erupting uncontrollably from both sides.
“Ahh hahaha! Look what you’ve done!” cried out Ao Yan clutching stomach rolling about laughing heartily ignoring deepening shade creeping onto Lin QIngmo’s cheeks who retaliated poking needle sharply towards backside growling through clenched teeth: “I’ll teach you not laugh anymore!”
“Yowch! Murdering dear husband now!” echoed amidst laughter filling room echoing joyfully throughout space shared between them both.
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